Shang Ran took out some strange things from his backpack at this time, including rune paper, copper bells, glutinous rice, and spices, all of which Yang Xiaoding was familiar with, because he had also used these to summon souls, that is, when he was helping the old commander save his precious granddaughter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When Yang Xiaoding went out, he was afraid that it would not be safe to carry the wooden box, so he entrusted the box and the hairpin inside to his own old way, and now this white-bearded old man wants to forcibly summon the remnants of Xiaomeng's soul stored in the hairpin, and I don't know if the people of Qingshan Dao can hold it, Yang Xiaoding's heart can't help but pinch, his own master must be a little stronger, if he can't even resist the attack of unknown enemies, it will be too embarrassing for their grandfather!

I want to give the master a warning, but they can't act rashly now, in case the white-bearded old man finds any traces, then the situation will not be easy, last time the two of them were not opponents, Mo Wensheng was also seriously injured for this, this time they still concealed their breath to temporarily spy on one or two, if they are facing each other, they will only suffer.

Just when Yang Xiaoding was thinking nonsense, Shang Ran's magic circle had already been set up, and the white-bearded old man stood in front of him with his hands in his hands, his hands folded, his eyes staring straight at the burning three-pillar incense, and his mouth kept muttering a spell.

It's like countless flying insects buzzing in his ears, and it's like the roar of his brain after being hit, in short, it's extremely uncomfortable to listen to Yang Xiaoding's ears, not only does his body feel bad, but even his soul has been affected.

After the white-bearded old man finished reciting the incantation, the dust whisk in his right hand was raised, sweeping across Xiao Meng's body lying on the ground, and a faint light emanated from the dust, crossing every part of Xiao Meng's body, Yang Xiaoding could even clearly see that a ray of white light rushed out from the heavenly spirit cover above her head, and the white light that appeared from the dust was entangled, turning into a stream and rushing out along the stairs in the direction of the door.

The speed of the white light was extremely fast, like a white horse passing through a gap, and in a blink of an eye, it followed the unique aura in Xiao Meng's soul and tracked it to the courtyard of the Qingshan Daoist.

At this time, the Qingshan Daoist was looking through the books in the study, this time the spell found by Yang Xiaoding and Mo Wensheng could not be unraveled, which has always been a thorn in his heart, although the rules passed down by the master ordered that he was not allowed to look at the forbidden art books at will, but if he didn't know more about these evil arts, wouldn't he have a black eye when he encountered it in the future, and he would only be beaten by someone, and he didn't know where the powerful person who suddenly appeared had such a great attainment in the forbidden art, thinking of this, the Qingshan Daoist couldn't help but snort coldly, Those powerful forbidden techniques are not easy to use, they have to be guided by their own essence and blood, or at the cost of burning their lifespan, and they are too polluted, and they will be killed by themselves without waiting for others to do it.

The wooden box containing the hairpin was placed on the wooden shelf in front of his desk, and suddenly, a white light came in from the window, and it instantly wrapped around the wooden box.

The sudden change made the Qingshan Daoist stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this kind of white light could still appear on his own territory, and judging from the breath above, it was someone who was extracted a little soul power, mixed with the mana of another object to become the current breath, under this combination, the only explanation is that their goal is to capture the remnant soul.

Soul power is the guide, and mana is the grab.

Xu is because the white light contains Xiao Meng's soul power, and the ghost power stored on the hairpin did not make a move to resist, but honestly stayed still, seeing that the wooden box emitting white light was about to float to the window, Qingshan Daoist reacted at this time, grabbed a book and smashed it.

It happened to collide with the wooden box, and with a "pop", the box fell to the ground, and after two turns, the white light wrapped around the box body swayed a few times, and floated with the wooden box again.

In the gap of these few seconds, the Qingshan Daoist had already rushed over, his hands forming a complex mark, and there were words in his mouth:

Heaven and earth are naturally filthy, and the cave is void and dangling

The mighty gods of the eight directions made my natural spirit treasure talisman proclaim for nine days

Gan Luo Da that Dong Gang Tai Xuan slashed the demon and bound the evil people

The Zhongshan Divine Mantra Yuan Shi Yuwen recited it once, but the illness prolonged his life

According to the line, the five mountains and eight seas know that the demon king is bound to guard my Xuan

The ferocity dissipates and the Dao qi lasts forever, as urgent as the law, sealed!

As the sound of the spell fell, two golden rays of light appeared out of thin air from the surrounding area of the wooden box, wrapping the wooden box in a small space like a three-dimensional square, and no matter how much the wooden box rampaged inside, it could not escape.

After a few breaths, the white light wrapped in the wooden box was consumed, dissipating into the air like wisps of white mist, leaving nothing, and the wooden box floating in mid-air also fell back to the ground as if it had lost traction, standing still.

Qingshan Dao stared intently for a long time, until he was completely convinced that the sudden appearance of power had completely dissipated, and then withdrew his handprint.

In order not to change in the future, Qingshan Daoist did not remove the square enchantment around the wooden box, and he was very clear about what happened to Xiao Meng, so at this moment, it was easy to guess who the person who cast the spell to capture the remnant soul of the wooden box was, the white-bearded old Taoist who his apprentice had mentioned many times.

I don't know why the behavior and appearance characteristics of the white-bearded old man in Yang Xiaoding's description are extremely similar to a certain person in the memory of Qingshan Daoist, after thinking about it, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, impossible, that person has obviously been dead for many years, and he has even seen his corpse with his own eyes, how can he reappear in this world, probably because he has been thinking about the past recently, so he has this feeling!

At the same time, in the valley cabin, the three incense sticks on the wooden table in front of the white-bearded old man suddenly broke off at the waist, and the power he conjured up with his own dust was also lost.

The power he sent out to track the remnant soul was unexpectedly dispersed, and a cold light suddenly shot out from the eyes of the white-bearded old man who realized this, who is it? Who's messing with it this time? The anchor or the one hiding in the dark?

Every conjecture may be the truth, but he has no solid evidence to prove it, damn it, he can't do anything lately, a clear and bright voice suddenly appeared in the white-bearded old man's mind.

"Senior brother, I see, people who are still righteous in this world will exist for a longer time, because everything they do is to help people, so everything they do is twice the result with half the effort."